Memphis Bleek Feat. Jay-Z And Missy Elliot - Is That Your Bitch lyrics

rate me

Don't get mad at me

I don't love 'em, I fuck 'em

I don't chase 'em, I duck 'em

I replace 'em with another one

You had to see, she keep calling me B.I.G.

(And another one)

And my name is Jay-Z, she was all on my dick

Gradually I'm taking over your bitch

Coming over your shit

Got my feet up on you sofas, man

I mean a hostess for my open hand

You coming home to dishes and empty soda cans

I got your bitch up in my Rover, man

I never kiss her, I never hold her hand

In fact, I diss her, I'm a bolder man

I'ma pimp her, it's over, man

It's over, man, it's over, man

Oh, is that your bitch, why she all in his six?

With her hand on his dick, keep licking her lips

Is that your bitch, why she all in his ride?

With her hand on his thigh, keep looking in his eyes

Oh, is that your bitch? You better tell her chill

While you all in his grill, don't you know that man kill?

Is that your bitch, why she paging him?

Keep praising him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, bitch

Yo, yo, why you home alone, why she out with me?

Room 112, hotel balcony

How she say, “Jay, you can call the house for me”?

There's no respect at all, you betta check her, dawg

She keep beggin' me to hit it raw

So she can have my kids and say it was yours

How foul is she? And you wifed her

Shit, I put the rubber on tighter

Sent her home, when she entered home

You hugged her up, what the fuck is up?

She got you whipped, got your kids

Got your home, but that's not your bitch

You share that girl, don't let 'em hear daddy Earl

It'll make 'em sick, that his favorite chick

Ain't saving it, unfaithful bitch

Oh, is that your bitch, why she all in his six?

With her hand on his dick, keep licking her lips

Is that your bitch, why she all in his ride?

With her hand on his thigh, keep looking in his eyes

Oh, is that your bitch? You better tell her chill

While you all in his grill, don't you know that man kill?

Is that your bitch, why she paging him?

Keep praising him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, bitch

Cool out, homie, you betta keep her away from my balling clique

Keep her out of nightclubs all in the mix

From hanging out with chicks who be swallowing dicks

From catz who order Cris, play the floor with the Knicks

That can only lead to something unfortunate

Hot boy like Jigga Man, scorch your bitch

Play the floor dot, Jigga Man go first

Then we all rock 'cause we all hot

You know the boys from the Roc got them whores on lock

Got them bitches in the smash, making yours drive fast

'Cause we get more cash than the average nigga

All dem hoes like, “Damn I gotta have this nigga”

'Cause I'ma hot, black, how in the hell can you stop that?

You would fuck mine, how the hell can you knock that?

I'm just playing the cards choosenly, Jigga Man, who ya supposed to be?

Oh, is that your bitch, why she all in his six?

With her hand on his dick, keep licking her lips

Is that your bitch, why she all in his ride?

With her hand on his thigh, keep looking in his eyes

Oh, is that your bitch? You better tell her chill

While you all in his grill, don't you know that man kill?

Is that your bitch, why she paging him?

Keep praising him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, bitch

Tha Jigga and Twista got 'em screaming

Like a demon, fiending for the semen

Chrome gleaming like the dome off Keenan

Gone while I'm leanin', smoking

I'm whip it in the stomach

Your bitch on the passenger side of me, flashing your money

Why you acting so funny?

You know she been flirting while your working

Behind the curtain knuckles jerking for certain

Poppin' that pussy, sweatin' 'til no fluid is left

When I come in the party with J, we gonna do it to death

You gon' ruin your rep, trippin' while we pimpin' these hefers

Playa lectures got me shining like a new Gator stepper

Must have been mad when your ho put my stuff in the dash

Bust in her ass, to climax I come up with a nab

The game don't stop, legit ballers bending up the block

Niggas rushing, coming at us 'cause of status and props

Sucking and fucking, loving it when I put tha dick up inside her

Can't help it if she yellin' with a ridah

Oh, is that your bitch, why she all in his six?

With her hand on his dick, keep licking her lips

Is that your bitch, why she all in his ride?

With her hand on his thigh, keep looking in his eyes

Oh, is that your bitch? You better tell her chill

While you all in his grill, don't you know that man kill?

Is that your bitch, why she paging him?

Keep praising him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, bitch

Oh, is that your bitch, why she all in his six?

With her hand on his dick, keep licking her lips

Is that your bitch, why she all in his ride?

With her hand on his thigh, keep looking in his eyes

Oh, is that your bitch? You better tell her chill

While you all in his grill, don't you know that man kill?

Is that your bitch, why she paging him?

Keep praising him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, bitch

Oh, is that your bitch, why she all in his six?

With her hand on his dick, keep licking her lips

Is that your bitch, why she all in his ride?

With her hand on his thigh, keep looking in his eyes

Oh, is that your bitch? You better tell her chill

While you all in his grill, don't you know that man kill?

Is that your bitch, why she paging him?

Keep praising him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, bitch